Just then Nyla heard a familiar burring and came running to save the troll, as the Master had started to call the guest, only to find he had cut the handle off of the broom, handing it to Yoda he said. "Here sweep out the ship."

Nyla thought, 'Hey I've been promoted that was my job.'

Finished with Chapter 2, I am. Good, this is.

I can't believe the Council turned the arrogant little troll down? They must not like his winning personality.

"Never eat new roots again, I will. Six hours stuck in vent, not good for digestion. (Unexplained noise) Relief." Yoda smiled. "Now to check on Nyla." Yoda pushed a rolling chair over to the table Nyla was tied to and climbed up. "Wakey, wakey." He said shaking her. Nyla groaned then went back to sleep. "Wakey, wakey." He said again shaking her harder this time.

If Moth got kicked out of the Order he was going to be out a Master and he was just getting this one broken in.

and...

Moth can't quit!

And what about Yoda? Moth said you had to try a variety of stuff so you could deal if you were sent to a world that didn't have the kinds of foods you were used to. So how does Yoda get to bypass that rule? Make him eat gruel, says I!

Chabocca met him at the bottom of the ramp, scooped Yoda up, threw him about twenty feet into the air, caught him by the leg, shook him then threw him back up in the air and caught him in a big Wookie hug.

"I hope this isn't the traditional greeting on Kashyyyk?" Moth asked Yoda from the top of the ramp.

And I don't like the idea of Nyla helping the powerful at all. I know she said she wants to help all the people, but the powerful can help themselves, they don't need anybody else's help. That's the problem with us today, our politicos only help the powerful who line their pockets with green. Let the powerful fend for themselves, says I!